Lora Vale

Lora Vale.
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Calmly feil the alivery moonbeams,
Over hill and over vale,
As with mournful heartee lingered
By the couch of Lora Vale.
She was dying, gentle Lor.
She was passing like a sigh.
From a world of love and beauty
To a fairer home on high.

Chorus-
Lora, Lora, still we love thee.
Though we see thy form no more:
Yet we know you’ll come to meet us
When we reach that mystic shore.

She was almost at the river
When a ilght burst from the sky.
And she smiled and faintly whispered,
I am not afraid to die.
Gently through the trellised window
Came the west wind’s gentle breath,
As with mournful hearts we lingered
By her lonely couch of death.

Chorus.
Gently through the trellised window
Came the west winds gentle breath,
But she hreded not its murmur.
For she slept the sleep of death.
Ah, beyond the slivery moonbeams.
Ah, beyond the stars of night.
Now she dwells, my darling Lora,
In the home of angels bright.